“Gah, yes, and then he’ll make sure he does something for you.”
“Well, that’s if they aren’t in Washington. My birthday is supposed to be on game five of the series.”
“If he is in Washington, it will only make it better for when he comes back home,” Blakely says. “The guilt will eat him alive.”
“True,” Winnie adds. “Wow, this bosom buddy alliance really works fast. We have flirting in front of him, new nighttime wear, and then of course, a last-resort, birthday mishap. I must say, ladies, we might be able to run the country with the kind of work we do.”
Blakely holds up her water. “Agreed. We know how to get work done. I’m proud of us. Now, we just need our friend Penny to execute agreed plans.”
They both eye me, and I set my shoulders back, puffing my chest. “I shall do my best in getting this man to stick his penis inside me.”
“That’s all we can ask for.” Blakely smiles. “And then you have to tell us about it.”
New nighttime wear?
Check.
Cleavage on full display?
Check.
Hair fluffed and looking devastatingly silky?
Check.
Lipstick applied?
Check.
Confidence to flirt?
Surprisingly, check.
This new sense of confidence has really rocked me, and I’m riding it.
I need to gather some pre-game coverage of the boys for TikTok to get the fans pumped for the rest of the series. They’re all aware I need to bother them and have scheduled a few minutes in the media room for me, which is where I’m headed right now.
Just as I round the corner to the hallway that leads to the media room, I run right into the man in question, Eli Hornsby.
“Wow, sorry about—” His words fall short when he sees that it’s me. His eyes land on my cleavage and then quickly meet mine again. “Uh, wow, Penny. I didn’t know that was you.”
“Hey, Eli.” I smile up at him, acting as casual as possible, even though his eyes are burning me up with their perusal. “Are you ready for the game?”
He pulls on the back of his neck. “Yeah.” His eyes flit down to my cleavage again and then back up. “Little tight in the hamstrings, but stretching.”
I playfully tap his chest and smirk. “If I knew your hamstrings were tight, I’d have rolled them out for you last night.” My hand slides down his chest, and then I move past him, heading toward the media room.
He jogs up next to me. “So, uh, what do you need from me for TikTok?”
“Just going to ask you a few questions. Have you do some things to help get the fans pumped. Nothing too strenuous. Don’t worry, I won’t work you too hard.” I wink at him, and I watch him gulp. “That is . . .”—I lean into him, my breasts pressing against his arm—“unless you want me to work you hard.”
He swallows and then starts coughing just as Posey joins us. He pats Eli on the back and says, “You okay there, bro?” He spots me, and his eyes widen. “Penny, wow, didn’t see you there over this brute.”
Okay, time to do your thing, Penny. Make Eli jealous.
Very, very, jealous.
“That’s okay, I’d like to say the same, but it’s hard not to notice when you’re in the room.”
“That’s what I keep telling the guys,” Posey says as Eli turns toward me with a quizzical lift to his brow.
“Clearly the most good-looking of the bunch, they have to bring you down a notch somehow.”
“Very true.” He nods in agreement just as we make it to the media room. “I feel like you see me, Penny.”
I drag my hand down his arm—God, I’m nervous—and say, “I always see you, Levi.” And then, I walk over to the media table where mic packs are set up.
My hands are shaking as a tall figure stands next to me.
I don’t have to look up to know who it is.
“What was that?” he whispers.
“What was what?” I ask, keeping my eyes turned down.
“That . . . situation with Posey?”
Turning toward him now, I act completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You called him Levi.”
I slowly nod. “Yes, that is his name, isn’t it?”
“And you touched him.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t know he was untouchable.” I hold my hand up. “Is there a disease on my fingers now? Should I go wash my hand?”
“I’m being serious, Penny.”
“About what?” I ask.